how do you write ' i love you '? || logicality

yours truly

its that time of the year again. winter.

the time of the year when beautiful snowflakes fall like angels from the heavens, ready to give fortunate to all people below. the time when all things seem to be frozen in time, waiting for the ice to melt so they could continue on with their lives.

the perfect time to be happy...

...right?

things all seemed too perfect at the start. all too perfect to be true but then again, happy. they were happy together, like nothing would break down their walls.

now, their whole story are now in pages that are scattered all over a cold and deserted bedroom, left by its owner.

a silence filled the once noisy house. a silence that only gets broken by momentary creaks and other normal sounds; no words, nothing else.

the once colorful and lively flowers across the park closed up and shunned the cold from inside. the once vibrant green leaves of the trees now lay on the streets in orange and brown colors, waiting to be swept away by street sweepers.

the school, once full of people, is now a deserted ghost town.

the library, quiet as ever, surprisingly has more people now. instead of coming just for a good place to study, people of all ages gathered there and had fun reading the books that the establishment offered.

a few years has passed. people moved places, places closed and new ones opened up, some familiar faces soon became replaced by ones that couldn't be recognized.

roman moved out of the house and virgil stayed, having nowhere else to go. the brunette returned to his own home with his family to take over his family's company.

despite all that change in the years that passed, the person in logan's heart never changed.

the intellect once planned to become a doctor in the future or any have occupation that fitted his persona and expertise.

instead, he instead became a teacher in an elementary school in the town and occasionally worked at the town library.

all of that just for patton.

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logan didn't know the last time he ate or even drank. time just seemed so fast for him. too fast even.

it felt like he was slipping. his eyes became red from the tears that continuously cascaded down his cheeks, his face no longer covered by a stone-faced mask of coldness.

the intellect wasted his free days mostly in his room or in patton's, silently grieving. he rarely spoke around virgil, roman, or even dee, like as if he wished to be disconnected from reality every once in a while.

he didn't dare touch anything that seemed important in the room and never moved a single furniture or decor, seemingly not wanting to see anything that seemed out of place. it was like he wanted to preserve everything as it is.

every now and then, he would glance at pastel blue box under the bed along the other boxes that patton hid long ago. never once he thought of looking into them.